6 girls, 2 worlds, 2 lives, 2 destinies. which one will they choose, and how will it all end? I was forced into writing this story by my closest friends, and Im glad they forced me to, cuz its great... well, the prologue really isn't, please R&R! Thanx!

She
was a silent being, and very outward at the same time. She was like
the spring flower, bursting into bloom. She was everything they all
wanted to be, and then some. But still there was much they did not
know about her. She had hidden powers that she kept hidden. Then
there was her winds. How she had managed to hide them so very well
was beyond her own knowledge. Only her brother knew of them.

Sarah
was a surfer. She moved from England with her parents when she was
still very young. Moving to Oahu Hawaii, they bought a house with a
beautiful blue bay outside their door. Then her parents died in a
surfing accident when she was ten and her brother, Shane, was
fifteen. They never went to anyone about another "set of parents",
as Shane had said at the time. She had grown into her brother caring
for her, though he was only five years older. He had, of course,
taken full responsibility of her when they had died. He had taught
her to care for herself as well as for others. Then there was the
time he taught her how to surf. The second she touched the surfboard
that her parents had left behind, she knew that she had wanted to
surf for the rest of her life.

Eventually,
she became exceptionally good, and she entered herself into surf
competition after surf competition. That was, before she started to
grow her wings. Then, she preferred to do the tube-surfing off the
private coast of the bay by their home. She knew it was not normal
for her to be growing these wings, no other teenager had them.
Slowly, she took more to herself, and isolated herself more and more,
to the point where Shane had problems talking to her.

On
a sunny day, Sarah went out surfing in the clear blue bay. The day
was young and brights, and the waves were hitting the shore with the
perfectness only that bay could provide. The blue waters were
blinding with their brilliance, but Sarah was used to that. Her
perfectly tan skin was the perfect contrast, and she knew it. And
her turquoise bikini was a perfect match to match to both the water
and the turquoise wolf that she had as a necklace around her neck at
all times. Never had she known where this necklace came from or what
it represented, but she thought it to be beautiful, as she had never
seen a wolf, and this was al close as she got.

She
thought about her necklace, and instinctively touched it on the
leather thong it was attached to her neck with. Pondering what it
meant, she heard her name being called from a distance. She knew
that she was hardly visible in the water, and that she was at a great
distance from the shore. Despite all these things, she could see a
black spot on the beach, waving frantically at her. They seemed to
have a great urgency for waving as they were.

"Sarah!"
called the voice. Though it was faint, Sarah knew who had called her
name. It was Bobby, the boy that had a crush on her. Bobby, the
jock and football star had always had a crush on her, and she had
created quite a few formidable enemies by turning him down. Still,
he was persistent to get her to go out with him, even if it was out
of pity. She guessed he saw her as a challenge. Every Friday night,
he had put off the cheerleaders, just to try to get her to go out
with him that once. Ever since he had started to ask her out, she
had shunned him, trying to rid of him. But still, he lingered in the
shadows, and watched her from a distance.

Carefully,
so that she would not fall off her board, Sarah checked that her
wings were still hidden. When she knew they were, she lay down on
her board and started to paddle back to shore. Just because she did
not like him, did not mean she was stuck up about it.

"You
would think he would lose interest after a while!" she exclaimed to
herself as she was working her way back to the coast. They had not
really ever talked together in private, but she had thoroughly
embarrassed him in front of all of his friends. But that had not
discouraged him any. Nonetheless, she continued to go to the beach.

As
she got into the coast, she found herself angry at him for doing this
to her, and that she had almost no energy left from the rapid paddle
back to shore. "What!?" she asked breathlessly.

Instead
of answering, he let his eyes wander across her tanned body as she
walked over to her towel. He was fully aware of his imagination
running away with him. He let it willingly. It carried him into a
bed that he had always pictured her bed like. She was there, waiting
for him...

"Bobby?"
she asked, trying to regain his attention.

"Sorry,"
he said as he was brought back to reality by her voice. Slowly, he
started to blush as he thought about what had just went through his
mind. Once again, Sarah had managed to embarrass him just by saying
his name.

"What
did you want?" Sarah asked him again. All the while, she was
trying not to tangle her blond hair anymore than it already was by
drying it.

"Just
to say hi," he said, trying not to marvel at er fluid movements.
He had seen her in many of her competitions, and she had the same
grace and beauty on land as she did on water.

"Bobby,"
Sarah said, "You always have more to do with me that just to say
hi."

"No,"
he said, "I really just wanted to say hi." After a pause, he
added, "And to talk to you."

Sarah
grew tired of him always just wanting to talk. "What about?" She
asked, touching the warm sand that she sat in. The canopy of palm
trees cast odd shadows on the sand, turning it blue and purple.

Before
answering, Bobby sat down next to her, a little too close for Sarah's
liking. For a long moment, she wondered if her was going to pounce
on her and rape her. Though it seemed like an odd thing to envision,
she knew that Bobby was practically her stalker. And that alone made
anything possible. Still, there was a silence between them as Bobby
hugged his knees to his chest and started fixedly out to the moving
bay. Finally, he answered. "Just, anything and everything." he
said. "Maybe even nothing."

Sarah
liked the nothing bit of it. As often as she denied it, she did have
some feelings for Bobby. And just sitting here next to him was
enough to fill her happiness. "How did you know I was here?" she
asked, suddenly hating the silence.

"Your
brother said you were here when I came to your door, and he let me
out here." he answered. "Then, I saw you surfing, and I was
awestruck. I stood out here for about half an hour and watched
you." he added. Then, turning to face her, he continued. "You
truly are amazing at surfing Sarah, and I would like it very much if
you went out with me and told me about it."

Knowing
this was coming, Sarah was prepared to reject him, but somehow she
could not. So she said nothing.

"Sarah?"
he asked, trying to get her attention.

"I'm
flattered and all Bobby," she said, choosing her words carefully.
Looking out to the bay seemed easier than looking to him. "But..."

"I
know," he interrupted, "You don't like me like I do you. But
please, just this once?" he pleaded.

Sarah
knew she could not say no, so she accepted. "Fine. Tonight only
though. We can go for a shake. Who knows, it might actually be
fun." Deep down inside, she knew that she would love tonight, but
she was not about to tell Bobby that.

The
astonished look on Bobby's face soon turned to wonderment and
confusion. Finally, after staring intently at her neck, he was able
to force out two words before his bewilderment got the best of him.
"Your necklace..." he said.

Instinctively,
Sarah reached for her amulet. It was warm, warmer than usual. A
shower of sparks escaped from it as she touched it.

Panicked,
she ran back into the house where her Shane sat at the table waxing
his own surfboard. Bobby had followed her, keeping a safe distance,
into the dark house. Seeing Sarah's distressed face, Shane jumped
up, knocking his board to the floor. He raced to the door, and
slammed it shut in Bobby's face.

"It's
time," Shane said when he had turned around. He was using his calm
voice that was reserved for when he was distressed.

"For
what?" Sarah asked, confused and worried at the same time.

"Sarah..."
Shane said, taking a moment to regain self control. "That is not
your name. Your real name is Soraya Ivy Galadriel. You are a healer
in the world of fairies, and an elf here in this world. I cannot
tell you anymore than you have to go to the other realm. You have a
mission there." Shane continued as he dug through a locked chest
that their parents had left in Shane's possession. "Change into
these," he said, tossing her a fine woolen dress on forest green
and turquoise. "Go to the faerie palace and do not tell your name
to anyone until you are faced with the palace guards." Sarah
changed in silence, putting the dress on over her bikini, while Shane
Packed rations into a small leather bag.

Only
when she had this bag in her possession did she speak. "But how do
I get there?" she asked as she gripped her amulet with all of her
strength.

Colors
started to swirl, and Shane was no longer there facing her. She did,
however, hear him distantly say "Like that." She felt a tear fall
from her eyes, and then all went black.

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